Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [06/07].

[white_oleander]

It wasn't so much that the common room was filled with chocolate ice cream, as it had been on other mornings that insisted on throwing Astrid for a loop, but when she went upstairs to maybe get some breakfast started, she saw a bunch of it in the freezer and, all of a sudden, decided that was what she wanted for breakfast.

There was still plenty of stuff for a more traditional breakfast, too, it's just that after a few weeks of duds, Astrid didn't really have it in her to go through the effort of making a bunch of food that was just going to become leftovers, but if anyone else wanted to make some, there was literally nothing stopping them.

She did put on some coffee, though, and then went to get comfortable on the couch around her bowl of ice cream for breakfast, idly flipping through morning television shows while somewhere, far, far up north, a Canadian farmer stopped everything his was doing to glare into the horizon with a very strong sense of sudden disapproval.

Astrid figured she might regret ice cream for breakfast later, but, for now? It worked.

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[white_oleander]

"Hunting?" Astrid asked, andnthen wondered if that was being a little...racist? Presumptuous. "Getting the lay of the land?"

She tested the heat of the pan again before carefully dropping the fist sausage in with a satisfying sizzle.

[desertwolfcub]

“Basically. Hunting on two legs is hard. Everything is faster than me. But that preserve is huge so there’s a lot to explore.”

[white_oleander]

"I don't really go out there much." With the sausages all in the pan now, Astrid gave then a small poke with a pair of tongs, careful to not not let any of the grease splash up.

"I had a bad experience once," she decided to add. "In the woods on this island."

Back during that first summer here, three whole years ago, back when everything was still so strange and terrifying and she thought she was just going crazy and even with everything, the most terrifying thing was simply that Ingrid wouldn't love her anymore and now she wondered if Ingrid ever did to begin with...

Carefully, she rolled the sausages over to another side.

[desertwolfcub]

Malia's gaze bounced between the pan and Astrid's face.

"Did you get stalked by an alot or something?"

[white_oleander]

"....no," said Astrid, her eyes remaining on the sausages, although all they needed to do was sit there for a little bit. "By objectified, corporeal manifestations of my guilt and trauma."

Which, to be fair, was a lot.